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I am the proud wife of a PCA ordained minister currently serving as an Active-duty US Army Chaplain. I am the mother four 'normal' boys and one girly girl.
I daily run the race set before me
by the Author and Finisher of my faith.
Hebrews 12:1, Micah 6:8

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07 March 2012

Since this week is my birthday week, I have asked friends and family to write a blog post about me. I gave creative license and was chuckling over them as they came in. No, those aren't tears... I have something in my contacts!! ;-)

My best friend has actually known me all my life...literally. We share lineage as well as friendship. Our fathers are brothers, the kind of brothers that make people do a double take and usually call them by the wrong name. We have walked over 30 years of miles together, and her post offering shows it.

Kay and I met shortly after she
was born. Kay likes to start her best relationships with animosity, and I
was no exception. In fact, I may have been the inception.

In early
pictures of us together, as babies, toddlers, little girls, it is fairly
apparent we were placed near each other for the photo op and pretty much bolted
away from each other after the picture was taken.

My earliest impression
of Kay was that she was very bossy. In our teenage years, though, our
mothers’ attempts to force us to spend time together greatly paid off.
Kay and I discovered we had more in common than we realized, and more than
that, we just understood each other. I was the person who benefited from
this the most. I didn’t have a lot of friends and she became the anchor I
could always count on. When we went to college and ended up sharing a
room, our friendship was tested. Our fights became legendary among our
dorm mates. But as it turned out, it only served to strengthen our
friendship. And we taught each other about relationships—fighting,
compromising, making up, and general maintenance. It was an advanced
crash course that our husbands were unprepared to keep up with.

I
couldn’t even begin to list all the things I have learned from her, things
about friendship, marriage, parenting, God, myself. Kay has always,
always been there for me. I have shared more laughter through tears with
her than anyone else in my life.

But, aside from all the
seriousness, on her birthday, I would like to share the memory of the day I
almost killed her

.

I was driving (that was our
first mistake). Of course, we were racing some silly boys. And, of
course, I beat them. But only because they actually slowed down to get on
the exit ramp and I didn’t. Thus, the car did a 180 on the clover-leaf
exit ramp, nearly going off the road and careening down a steep slope back to
the freeway. But we came to a stop, facing the wrong direction on the
exit ramp, and I braced myself for her to start telling me what a moron I was
for trying to race another car and taking the exit so fast. Instead, she
looked at me and exclaimed, “That was fun!”